And you're like a 90's jesus

And you revel in your psychosis

How dare you...

And your simple concepts like hors d'euvres

And you eat their questions for dessert

and is it just me or is it hot in here



And you're like a 90's kennedy

And you're really a million years old

You can't fool me

They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots

And they'll stumble around like hypocrites

and is it just me or is it dark in here?



Well you may never be or have a husband,

you may never have or hold a child.

You will learn to lose everything,

we are temporary arrangements.



(vocalizing)



And you're like a 90's noah

And they laughed at you as

you packed all of your things

And they wonder why you're frustrated

And they wonder why you're so angry

And is it just me or are you fed up?



(vocalazing)



"...And may god bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries..."